Falling in love with Lyon
Photo by Mitchell Henderson on Unsplash Let’s start with a story. Upon leaving university and finding myself one year into an administrative job that was cushy but not exactly my calling, I was feeling stuck. I longed for a challenge and realised that I missed studying; I wasn’t ready to give it up yet for the world of grey skirts and glass-doored offices. I got a place at Queen Mary to study marketing and had a gloriously long summer stretching ahead of me in between leaving my admin job and starting my degree. Giddy from my newly acquired freedom from office life and in the mood to learn, I booked a spot on a French course in Lyon. I knew absolutely nothing about Lyon and my French wasn’t so hot either, but I was fired up by the feeling that I could go anywhere and be anyone. I landed in Lyon and made my way to the rustic pink stone student accommodation, feeling pleased as punch that I’d made it this far (to put things into context, I was a fairly shelt...